always.

Monday, February 12, 2007

I@FUN finally came to an end last saturday

it was pure torture
starting with banner painting;

(with dog prints on it, paint drips/spills on it & a huge error in wording- spot it if you can)

sexy Italian chef! mamamia~

selling of fries, hash browns and fried chicken during breaks and lunches over FOUR consecutive days just to fucking raise funds.

the rushed final preparations of stalls on friday;

after which, crossing over to JB for ingredients shopping at giant

the usual 5 stayed over at my place,
late rush to parkway giant for FORTY packs of pasta,
chopping of onions & garlic, working on milk and flour conoction, slicing of slimy fatty chicken meat all beginning at 11pm.
with only music for companion, work went on throughout the night.
but along the way, we lost ness, then sying and finally rhonda
together with the 2 boys, i soldiered thorough the night ):
barely awake, i can still remember...
the continous boiling of water, one kettle after another
throwing in pasta into pots, a pack after another
and then we wait
unknowingly, dawn breaks,
leaving us exhausted on the kitchen floor with trays of cooked pasta and glee in our hearts


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